User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-4677325-20190704154335

Clearing her throat, Willow began to hum softly to celebrate their journey, looking around excitedly at the treetops above as they arrived at the pathway. The ford was thankfully unoccupied at the moment, though a keen eye would be able to notice the lone walking staff and haversack leaning up against one of the trees on the side of the pathway, their owner nowhere to be seen.